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Martha Collins


By Martha Collins not as in pin, the kind that keeps the wheels
turning, and not the strip of land that marks
the border between two fields. unrelated
Martín Espada

The Republic of Poetry

By Martín Espada In the republic of poetry,
a train full of poets
rolls south in the rain
A.B. Spellman

from Things I Don’t Miss From My Youth

By A.B. Spellman florene barco moved
to philadelphia &
on a visit home
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